Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 28: NO. 3), by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Apple boughs lie in the eaves Last Line: And a bride girl peered at her from the floor. Subject(s): Brides; Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
APPLE boughs lie in the eaves, On windless nights the apple leaves Chirp against the window panes Slightly as a mist that rains. Apple boughs lie on the roof; Feet of more than one dove (Doves asleep) stir at nights Among the leaves as dark alights. Summer nights, ah, Summer nights When she set the casement wide With fingers like the leaves outside -- Like a moonbeam her white arm Reached to winy apples, warm As her bed already cooling; While all the time she heard the lulling Of the river sinking by, Saw London's light pulse up the sky Like darkness filtered pale and thin, Like London's sound that hummed therein: Lonely footfalls sounded thin In the street below the wall. Will you make so lone a call, Summer nights to come no more? Roses that under the moon seemed hoar Looked mirrored in the sleeping house By the small face through the apple boughs. Empty nights will have no fruit Of faces like large apples mute, Summer nights to come no more. Moonlight spreading on the shore Of Summer night and wedding eve Waked her, wrought her to retrieve All she wished she could forget, Till her spent joys felt dearer yet. Downstairs the tender evening through No lamps were lit, no music drew Her heart to meet the night, the dew. Sweet comers in the high pale room Fingered their orient scarves' perfume And lost themselves down its dim length; Often they stretched a rustling length That was the morrow's wonder-robes Carried in armfuls from wardrobes; Often they praised each other's choice With finger and cheek, but with hushed voice Lest the heart-lulling melancholy Of that calm room be made less holy. When the gracious evening ended, Muteness being with darkness blended, They remembered, they remember Guests are slumbering in each chamber; So the wedding girls must dip Down deep large cushions and shawls to sleep Round the bride's bed on her floor. Once in that disturbing store Of charms and secrets and surprise, They clasp their mistress, cover her eyes, Bare her and garment her for dreams, Lay her in bed where moonlight brims, With teasing touches and kisses shed And merry blind wisdom lay her abed. Wedding maids, bridal girls Shawled under dropt curls Sink about her, whisper awhile, Hear her pillow stir with her smile; Then with plaintive longing think Of her loss and gain, shrink Till breathing lashes on small cheeks wink. Why must she wake at moonlight's touch And sleep no more, nor wake so much As her night-life in the old days? She watched the essenced moony rays Stir the down on her maids' cheeks (Down like their age counted in weeks), Wedding maids, bridal girls With nightgowns hid in falling curls, With arms and necks uncovered by sleep That will reveal hid thoughts acreep. She thought of all to-morrow's birth, Of her new joy and coming worth; She slipped the coverlid from her, Tip-toed like girls' tresses astir Between her girls of virgin lore Who floated under her on the floor Like her thoughts of the next night; She quietly lit the night-light Which had burnt by her mother's death-bed; She shrank as though fallen from darkness o'er-head. A pearl seemed ever to be at her lips; She seemed to hold in her fingers' tips A palpitant pulp, soft fruit alive, She felt her flesh a cushion between Herself and all she touched, a screen Life and mere real things to sever, Like a mist upon a river That will not let a mazarin Dying butterfly fall in. She opened then her cupboard-door To stroke over over and o'er Lawns and lace, ribands and veil With which she would be scarcely pale When morn her clinging webs should deck In the gown with love-knots low on the neck, And maids should bring spread down their arms Trains and under-tints, jewels and charms. She twitched for prayer the little heap Of voile hemmed for her first sleep... Forgot the silence she must keep, And a bride girl peered at her from the floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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